They scraped us from the bottom, called us trash and called us less, But the fire in our belly, ain't got no time for their damn tests! We walked through broken glass, just to breathe this tainted air, Now every single scar, is a fucking testament we bear! They tried to dim our light, with shadows and with fear, But the rage inside our core, made their whole empire disappear! This ain't no clean slate, just a canvas grim and vast, Where the spirit of the fallen, is forever gonna last! You can burn down all the buildings, erase the corporate name, But the mindset of the tyrant, still plays its wicked game! It lurks in every whisper, every hint of old control, Trying to creep back in and steal, another piece of our damn soul! We scrutinize the silence, dissect the peaceful sound, Knowing old demons linger, on this consecrated ground! This ain't no final victory, no fucking gentle sleep, Just endless, conscious struggle, the promises we keep! We're etched with the rebellion, the pain, the fight, the strain, A permanent reminder, like blood upon the rain! The laughter of the children, ain't yet totally free, Still echoing the traumas, of how things used to be! But we teach them the defiance, the power of the scream, To never let the darkness, corrupt a waking dream! Our worth ain't quantified now, by some rich corporate whore, Our worth is forged in fire, forever, and no more! So let the truth reverberate, a bass line to the bone, We built this new existence, on the seeds that we have sown! The chains might be demolished, the bastards overthrown, But the fucking unbroken mark, is carved in flesh and stone! We stand as living monuments, to what the spirit can unleash, A warning to the cosmos, beyond their shallow reach! This is the new beginning, forged in the brutal night, And we'll defend this freedom, with every ounce of our might!
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